They sit and stare at the world each day
and each day they stare at Heaven to pray
that someday their life may make hay
and they can be free from the fray
They imprint the pavements with bleeding feet
the painful clanging of the peddlers bowl for a penny
That haunting sounds from their throats speak their misery
as they beg and they weep for your honey
I see his sunken eyes in their sockets
the hollow cheekbones chiseled by his hunger
the cold night he survived froze his fingers
he looks at me, his lips are cracked, he seeks my heart
Her dirty face is partially covered with mud-matted hair
bowed back, limping hip she trudges the gutter
her only clothing a dress of sack with holes from ages
she goes through trash for left-overs, she has a baby!
The children beg, follow the cars, crying out in anguish
“We’re hungry, please help us, we’re starving”
We walk away, duck from their touch, we cross the road
We judge their pain, find them wanting, think they’re lazy
Plight of the homeless, think they are soulless, fight of the helpless
When can we look, think of their food, rise from our hood
You can not die, not while I lie, you are my life
Your voice is heard, here is my purse, here I’m your nurse
True life is giving, true love must wake up to life around us
He’ll die of hunger, she’ll freeze to death for no good reason
I’ll try my best, you try your best, let’s all do something
A smile at first, a loaf of bread, a coat for a start
MAH MEKOLLE
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